Love for a First Child

     Being pregnant for the first time brings a world of magical firsts. The first ultrasound, the first kick, the first belly stretch mark, the first birth. Each passing day is a new adventure, be it good or bad, as one watches her body transform into this primal incubator for the first time. It is awe-inspiring and sometimes terrifying, and often quite literally breathtaking. Holding her precious newborn for the first time influxes a mother's lifetime of anticipation, nine months of hormones and an indescribable love unmatched by any other. The first baby has 100% attention from the very start. Each smile, new outfit and milestone carefully documented and savored. 

     When the second child comes along, the first has paved the way. Their parents will naturally be a little more at ease with the newborn phase. The real things to worry about have been clarified. Subsequent children will also naturally get less undivided attention from their parents, BUT the added attention of their siblings.

     Fourth child here so I am not saying first children are the best, but as I sit pregnant with #2 it is hard to fathom loving another little person as much as I love Charley. From the moment she was born, I felt like my heart was exploding and I had never truly felt that kind of happiness and peace before her. My purpose was finally realized. Of course there have been challenges along the way but I can honestly say that it has only gotten better and better each day. The jury is still out whether we just got really lucky and she is just the best baby ever (not biased or anything) or if we are just awesome parents but I guess we will soon find out with her baby sister. If I had a dime for every time someone said, "She's so good; Your second one will surely be a terror!" I would be set for life. I won't buy into that mentality just yet, though. Just like the "Terrible Twos", if you believe something will be a certain way then you will begin acting in a way that favors those beliefs. I don't believe in the "Terrible Twos" so I won't treat Charley as such. Similarly, I don't believe my second daughter will be a terror so I refuse to accept that mentality. 

     I know these feelings are natural and I am ecstatic about meeting my new daughter come July. I feel her more than I felt Charley being the second baby and the position of my placenta so she continually reminds me she is here and well even when I'm toddler chasing and momentarily forget I'm even pregnant. Charley is starting to get it, although she will still point to her own belly and say "baby" but we're making progress. I will cherish these last few months of her as an only child and continue to shower her with individualized attention when sister arrives. I never want her to feel of lesser priority or that I don't have the time or patience to meet her needs. Charley will always be my first, my baby who made me a mother. Of all the accomplishments of my life, I am most proud of her and the person she is becoming. I am positive my love for my second daughter will be just as strong and I will be ranting on about her in future blog posts. But for now, I will soak up every ounce of my first baby and continue to thank God each day for blessing us so.

Boo caught me sleepin

Boo caught me sleepin

Can't wait for newborn snuggles

Can't wait for newborn snuggles